Poetry - Broken Sail

I met her in a dream.
In fantasy land, we kissed.
The blossoms danced to celebrate,
And the wind found its rhythm.

Our love is a sail set for high seas.
It starts out pleasantly, but storms are on the horizon.
The lighthouse suddenly loses its glow,
And the waves are overcome by resentful winds.
What will the ending be?
A glamorous love dies in a storm?
A beautiful dream interrupts by the rise of morning?

I guess it has to be.
I guess it had to be.


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